Two days later, Xue Wen had already gone to Suzhou and Hangzhou, but Yan Murong was bored at home watching TV with her mother Guo Wanjun.

Guo Wanjun didn't know when she fell in love with needlework, and at this time, she was watching the crying heroine in the Korean drama while wiping her tears while fiddling with the half-knitted sweater in her hand.

"Mom, it's just TV, it's fake, as for crying like this." Yan Murong said with some tears and laughter, took out a tissue from the tissue box on the coffee table, put it in Guo Wanjun's hand, and said. "You are becoming more and more potential as a housewife - watching Korean dramas and knitting sweaters, this is not what the first beauty in Yanjing should do."

"What are you talking about, you dead boy?" Guo Wanjun wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with red eyes. "What is the No. 1 beauty in Yanjing, your mother and I are both old women, no matter how hard you work hard, I will be a grandmother in two years - besides, what's wrong with watching Korean dramas? Look, look, little swallow, don't you think that heroine is pitiful? finally found his true love, and the actor died in a car accident. ”

Yan Murong smiled helplessly, and didn't know what to say about these exclamations made by his mother. But then again, the actor died quite tragically. But then again, why do the male protagonists in Korean dramas die so easily?

Maybe this is the gap between Korean dramas and American blockbusters.

Look at those little Goryeo sticks, they are so fragile that they just crash into the car and hang up. Looking at American blockbusters again, the male protagonist of the family, no matter how tragic the car accident scene is, they can crawl out of it covered in blood.

At this moment, the mobile phone in Yan Murong's pocket screamed, took it out and looked at it, it was Ning Kun calling, telling him that the address of the Chinese Medical Union had been found, and asking him if he wanted to take a look.

Yan Murong agreed, said hello to the crying "heartbroken" Guo Wanjun, and did not bother the old man who was reading in the study, put on his clothes and walked out of the house.

In October, the weather in Yanjing began to cool, and it rained again last night, although it did not rain for a long time, but it caused the temperature to plummet a lot.

After waiting at the door for a while, Ning Kun walked over, smiled at Yan Murong and nodded, and said. "The car is waiting outside, let's talk as we go."

"You're not slow." Yan Murong looked at Ning Kun and said. "Where did you find it?"

"Not far from Wangfujing, Hongtian Building." Ning Kun said. "The 20th and 21st floors have been rented by me, and I have seen that the decoration there is the standard of the office building, and there is no need to change it, and you can use it directly by buying some office supplies."

"How much?" Yan Murong asked.

"What? Are you still going to give it to me? Ning Kun asked jokingly. It's not much, that lot, the rent of one square meter is 30 yuan a day, and there are more than 600 square meters under two floors, I will give you a whole number, just give me 50,000 yuan a month. ”

"I'm just asking, I'm not going to give you money." Yan Murong said.

Hongtian Building he knows that it is really close to Wangfujing Commercial Street, and the office building in that area is only 30 yuan a day for one square meter, and he doesn't believe it. But it's relieved to think about it, with Ning Kun's identity, even if he doesn't come forward by himself, just find a little gentleman to come forward, those bosses have to stutter desperately, it's good if he doesn't give it away in vain.

As the two spoke, they walked out of the heavily guarded compound and got into an extremely low-key Audi parked outside by Ning Kun.

"There's one more problem." After getting into the car, Ning Kun said. "What should I call the sign? In addition, now I am a bare-bones commander up and down, shouldn't I recruit someone? ”

"You are now the president, and you are the one who wants to recruit people." Yan Murong hid quietly and put the matter on Ning Kun. He thought about it for two days and didn't understand what Ning Kun was thinking, so he could only take one step at a time to see what he wanted. If this guy has any impure intentions, then even if Ning Kun is the king of heaven, he will take him down.

"Why do I feel like I'm on a thief ship?" Ning Kun smiled helplessly.

"Whatever the boat is, you jumped on it yourself." Yan Murong pursed his lips. "Ning Kun, I don't know what you think, but I don't want to see some bad things happen - cooperation is cooperation, but ugly words have to be said first. I don't care what entanglements we had before, but I don't want you to be left and right in the future. When the time comes, even if Uncle Ning comes forward, don't think I can let you go. ”

Speaking of this topic, Ning Kun's smile also retracted.

"You still don't believe me?" Ning Kun asked.

"How do you make me believe you?" Yan Murong asked rhetorically. "You know, you used to be "best friends" with Zheng Wuming. ”

"Girlfriends?" Ning Kun shook his head with a smile, and then said. "I know that I used to be very close to him, but now, it's different."

"Different?" Yan Murong smiled and asked suddenly. "So, tell me, how much do you know about what happened thirty years ago?"

"Thirty years ago?" Hearing Yan Murong's words, Ning Kun was stunned and asked. "What are you talking about?"

"You don't know?" Yan Murong stared at Ning Kun's eyes tightly, wanting to see something in his eyes, but Ning Kun's eyes were full of doubts and puzzles, Yan Murong could see that he really didn't know.

"Can you elaborate a little bit?" Ning Kun asked.

"Forget it." Yan Murong shook his head, since Ning Kun didn't know, he didn't want to mention this stubble, leaned on the back table and closed his eyes, quietly thinking about something.

Soon, the car stopped downstairs in the Hongtian Building.

Raising his head and looking at this thirty-three-story building, Yan Murong was quite satisfied. Suddenly, an idea popped into him. Now that he has money, can he build a building that belongs to the Chinese Medical Union? It's just that this idea was vetoed by him as soon as it came to mind. It's not impossible, at least not temporarily, and the road to be taken by the industrialization of the Chinese medical union is not for the purpose of profit. Building his own mansion is not a small expense, and even if he has money, it shouldn't be spent like this.

Under the guidance of Ning Kun, the two took the elevator to the twentieth floor of the office building, but as soon as they got out of the elevator, the scene in front of them made the two of them stunned.

Directly opposite the elevator is the front desk of the office company here, and at this time, next to the front desk, which should be empty, there are four men with big shoulders and round waists. A simple plastic table and four plastic chairs were placed there, and there were many empty wine bottles on the ground around it, and four people were sitting around the table, shouting and playing poker.

"Your people?" Yan Murong and Ning Kun glanced at each other and said in unison.

"It's not." The two said in unison again, and then, there was a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.